I fell into the basket

This has been another week of fighting off hibernation mode. I was so sleepy last night that I fell into the laundry hamper in the bathroom. To be clear, there had been no drinking or medication of any kind involved. I went to brush my teeth before bed and stumbled into the laundry hamper in a stupor. On Monday, I could not resist the urge to hibernate—it was simply too strong. I started getting ready for bed at 7:30. I still don’t think I have really adjusted to the time change yet. When it’s pitch black at 6 o’clock in the evening, it makes your body start to say, “SLEEP. SLEEP NOW.” Meanwhile you have your brain on the other side of the equation saying, “Don’t be a winter fat-ass!” I had one of those mornings today where even though I went to bed early and slept hard, I still wanted more sleep this morning. It took forever for me to unpeel my eyelids and get moving. It was a ‘throw the hair in a ponytail, get dressed quick, and roll’ kind of a day. Sometimes, you just don’t have the energy to care. I appreciate that the weather has been mild and nice. Never did I imagine that in November, I would be outside in a t-shirt and shorts mowing the lawn but that’s exactly what I had to do last Saturday. The downside of it is that my allergies are inflamed. I appreciate not having the heater running like crazy and therefore not having a giant gas bill. I am good with that part. I wish the headaches and snotty nose would disappear though.


Miscellaneous thoughts, questions, and observations:

*If I have to see one more dead, pulverized deer on the roadway, I am going to scream. Nothing says, “Good day to ya” like blood and flesh scattered all over the place.

*You know you have done right by yourself when someone asks who your dermatologist is and begins using him/her right away. For a Simon Cowell like myself, that’s pretty high up on the wheel of compliments.

*Having said that, I am still more excited, I think, about getting a rich meal and a wedge of cake for my birthday than I am about the upcoming birthday itself. It all comes back to the episode of Malcolm where Hal gets a candy bar at work and it makes his entire day. Sometimes all it takes is something that simple.

*Why are we being inundated with sci-fi movies for Thanksgiving? I do not understand this. The Box, The Fourth Kind, 2012. ENOUGH ALREADY.

*When does Kitchen Nightmares US come back? I miss Angry Chef eating people’s food, puking it up in the bathroom, and raking them over the coals.

*Haters suck. A statement of the obvious but no less true.

*I don’t know if I’ve ever seen a TV show costume more outrageous than the one Thayer David wore as Count Petofi. When he first appeared on DS, I almost peed myself laughing. It was really unexpected. I can say I have never seen eyes the color of Aristede’s. Goodness gracious. That color actually pulled a poem out of me I found it so impressive. Every so often, Mother Nature really hits one out of the ballpark.

*There’s a medicine for PMS, which is fine, but I want to know why they don’t make one called “I’m Already There and I’m Miserable.” I think that would be a big seller.

*I read that the title of Robbie Williams’ new album is Reality Killed the Video Star. Kick ass. That says it all.

*You know you are in for a long-ass day when you are already ready for it to end at 10am.